Inhale

I crave the misty fog
The one that crawls between pink flesh
Inhaling it like I'm a top dog
No care if it's liquid or fresh

Let's go down to the tennis court
Making it all crash down
When the silver artwork comes short
I'll be the craving class clown

Give me something undescribed in black
And let me feel like the colour white
As brown breathes me the wrong track

I long for the unreal in wrong
The fogginess of the hight
And the addictive endorphin I prolong

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